I Know Time Has Lost Its Meaning And The Days Are Naught But A Cruel Carousel But Take! Your! Meds!

me, to my mom throughout the rest of the episode: jonah needs some neosporin. he’s just sitting there with open wounds. SOMEBODY GIVE THE BOY NEOSPORIN!

Logan Lerman in Hunters 1x01

i want to eat him.

Fan art I drew of chilchuck dying in a glue trap

I literally can’t figure out what this means.

this is embarrassing how much she’s in love

Aziraphale gazing adoringly and longingly at his demon husband through the ages. 

Me @ Meyer the first nine episodes of Hunters:

Me the last episode:

just a reminder that we’re often critical of certain traits & qualities in ourselves that we may find positive or even delightful in other people. try to be as generous to yourself as you are with the people you love

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I just watched good omens and I'm a mess now. There is only six episodes and now I dunno what to do after finished. I can read the book but no money at the moment. Anyway I'm in love with Crowley and Aziraphales. They are so in love that hurts. What is keeping me alive are the fanarts fanfics. Can you recommend me some fanfics? It's can be any rated. I'm reading fanfics while listening Florence and now I'm depressed :')

“Can you recommend me some fanfics?” LOL you know me better than that, come on. Of course I can! +

i’d like for you and i to go romancing by dollsome

In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.

such surpassing brightness by Handful_of_Silence

The revelation that Aziraphale might have been in love with him for thousands of years is surprising. The fact that literal books have been written on the subject comes as even more of a shock.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Handful_of_Silence

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.

And then Aziraphale disappears.

a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian

In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because ‘oh, look, isn’t it lovely, Crowley!’

Do Angels Dream of Electronic Catalogues? by DownToTheSea

While staying the night after the apocalypse at Crowley’s place, Aziraphale is on edge about his bookshop. Crowley attempts to calm him down.

vintage demon art, vape pens, & other treasures by kyrilu

Love, Anthony J. Crowley is aware, is a very foolish thing. He’s seen humans do stupid things based on love or lust, whether it’s tacky Disney movie themed weddings, internet catfishing, or matching couple shirts.

get religion quick (cause you’re looking divine) by brinnanza

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.

listen (he’s already told you five times) by darcylindbergh

Not everything Crowley says is said out loud. Aziraphale doesn’t always hear him at first, but he’s learning to stop being surprised.

Heaven Has No Taste by irisbleufic

Crowley’s lips twitched in amusement as he refilled their glasses. "Let’s have the pitch, then,” he said. “Why should I be dying to join the ranks that can only offer Elgar and a dire lack of sushi?”You would be safe, Aziraphale thought. I would spare you every harm if you would but let me.

Running to Catch Up by Solarcat

An angel and a demon step onto a bus that will not be heading to Oxford.

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by drawlight

It’s an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching.

that pulse of my nights and days by Ark 

Aziraphale laughs, the delighted, breathy giggle he gives after his second bottle of champagne. “Such a shame we didn’t come to this sooner,” he says, pulling back and—oh, naughty angel!—increasing the length and girth of his cock when he pushes back in. Crowley gasps, and Aziraphale—greedy, too!—tilts in to swallow the sound from his lips, flicks his tongue against Crowley’s as though chasing after the flavor of this elongated pleasure.